We Beat The Streets Novels & Stories

‎ ‎Then Becky zoomed off. ‎The streets were alive as we drove past blinding lights and extra energy, ‎ ‎Yes I knew new York was the city that never sleeps but, this was just extra. ‎ ‎Was it the 4th of July or am I just overly an introvert? ‎ ‎"Here..here, let's go in here" I gestured excitedly at the big building with heavy music jarring out. ‎ ‎It had boldy written on it, ‎ ‎"THE GATES OF HELL"

My men were the best killers but they were pigs, papers everywhere. I pulled my hat over my head, scratches over my face and all I could think about was how I would ruin Lethu’s wedding pictures. It was nothing a make-up artist couldn’t hide, I hoped. We walked out into the dead of night, boots kissing the floor, marching to our car. The streets were bright from the street light and beyond it’s light so many dangers stood. It was not a place for the weak, a city that never sleeps. We got into the car just as Ramen sent code back.

Even yesterday when the sky turned a bruised, unnatural purple and the rain fell warm and heavy they had stood out on their balconies without umbrellas, cheering for the weather, completely oblivious to the reality that the atmosphere above their heads was taking its final, gasping breath. And now, the bill had arrived. The fear in the streets was no longer civil. It was feral. Betony watched a man in an expensive Italian suit beat his fists against the driver-side window of a stalled delivery van, screaming for a bottle of water until his throat bled. She saw a woman drop a leather purse spilling thousands of green paper bills onto the hot asphalt, not even bothering to bend down and pick t

They know each other. One minute passes. Two. The bald one raises his gun to Bernardo’s head. He gestures nervously. Be shakes his head over and over. The other guy goes wild, smashing bottles, knocking down shelves, destroying everything in sight. Then the bald one slams his gun into Be’s face, dropping him. They kick his ribs, over and over. He curls up, tries to defend himself, but the beating doesn’t stop. That’s when a third man, hooded, storms in through the back. He knocks Be’s attacker to the ground with a single punch. The man struggles to his feet, bowing his head to the hooded one like a violent dog submitting to its master.

He nodded as we entered the car and drove off before I pointed to a dark alley where a bunch of high school students were being beaten by a bunch of thugs. He gave an evil smile, parking in an empty slot as we walked slowly to the place to stand by the edge of the alley which has our shadows being driven into the dark place, getting their attention. The thugs looked at us before shuddering. I remembered some of the men but there were new people added to the gang. I had beaten some of them the last time which had me laughing with the children being left alone. “Scram kids,” I said. “Take your things with you.”

“Show him what he could have had if he had been a fucking decent person instead of the loser he is. And then crush him.” I chuckle, grinning up at him. “I like the crushing part.” *** Beatrice parks her car in the parking lot, and we get out to walk along the sparsely illuminated paths. Crossing the street, we reach an industrial area on neutral territory. “God, my feet are killing me,” Beatrice groans, stopping to pull at the strap of her high heel. I snicker, turning around, continuing to walk backwards. “Just another few meters, babes. Hang in there.”

he said simply, handing me a gun. The journey to Lorenzo's compound was a blur of adrenaline and rage. The streets of New York were a canvas of shadows and neon, the city's heartbeat pulsating through the car's windows. We were a convoy of darkness, a formidable force closing in on our prey. The compound loomed ahead, a fortress of concrete and steel, surrounded by a wall that seemed to taunt us with its impenetrability. But we had a plan, and we had the element of surprise.

On busy streets and in public squares, the screens flickered to life, displaying headlines and damning evidence against the Beast. As the information went live, a wave of shock and outrage swept through the city. Pedestrians stopped in their tracks, drivers pulled over to read the screens, and people crowded around the displays, their expressions a mixture of disbelief and anger. The news quickly spread like wildfire, reaching not only the citizens of Connecticut but also the nation at large. The Beast's criminal empire was exposed for all to see, and the authorities could no longer turn a blind eye. The team members watched the chaos unfold on the streets, knowing that they had set in motio

“Of course, champ. But only if you behave.” As we stepped outside, the crisp air hit my face, invigorating and sobering at once. The streets were already buzzing with life, neighbors chatting, cars humming past, people going about their daily routines, completely oblivious to the undercurrents of power, tension, and forbidden attraction that shaped my world.

I whispered, my voice cracking. Gunshots erupted all around us, echoing through the metal walls. Nathan's team fought back hard, with sharp, practiced moves as they pushed the thugs away. Adrian moved like a storm, fierce and furious, taking down anyone who tried to reach me or Leo. The smell of smoke filled the room, and the air grew thick with dust as crates shattered under the shots.